(0373) sand castles

focused inward with a reasonable intent.. when nothing comes out of loss.
when a few brief seconds change the way in which you see..
and it's not my right to be so disappointed..
when it's something i refuse.

but in the end, it doesn't matter where you've been.
we're all the same. little insects obsessed with fame.

i was looking for my keys the other day when a memory made me reminisce.

why can't i experience that again? why must i be taunted? is it deluded in my head?

i hate that time goes by without regard to man.
oh well.
maybe in time, we'll build something with all that sand.